i walk into the small house, the moonlight shining beautifully down through the window in the ceiling, filling the room with the perfect amount of light. i step into the centre where i see you sat, your dress drapped across the marble floor, your head cast downwards. my eyes trail up to the back wall, noticing a series of sheets tied up, hanging down from the high window, an attempt to create a rope that could aid in your escape Hmm... So the rumours are true... You really are imprisoned...
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